I can't stand the question written on your face I don't have the answer but I feel your pain. You could have everything, have it all your way. How much loss does it take to make you pray? Existential baby- you kill me. Sensorial, don't think, just feel. I could build a fortress around your heart, But you'd look for hair cracks; pull it all apart. You would destroy it before the work was done Cos you search for pitfalls where there were none. This is a voice from beyond the grave. Look to the light and you will be saved. Cast out your ghosts from tortures past, Tricking you out of every chance. This is a voice from beyond the grave. Look to the light and you will be saved. Please hear these words I have to say: Let your chains fall away. Existential baby- you kill me. Sensorial, don't think, just feel. I'm Promethea, your sweet avenger. Face your fears, embrace, surrender.